THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye <br />That seems to say I MIGHT, if I <br />Were only bold enough to try <br />An arm about your waist. <br />I hear, too, as you come and go, <br />That pretty nervous laugh, you know; <br />And then your cap is always so <br />Coquettishly displaced. <br /> <br />Your cap! the word's profanely said. <br />That little top-knot, white and red, <br />That quaintly crowns your graceful head, <br />No bigger than a flower, <br />Is set with such a witching art, <br />Is so provocatively smart, <br />I'd like to wear it on my heart, <br />An order for an hour! <br /> <br />O graceful housemaid, tall and fair, <br />I love your shy imperial air, <br />And always loiter on the stair <br />When you are going by. <br />A strict reserve the fates demand; <br />But, when to let you pass I stand, <br />Sometimes by chance I touch your hand <br />And sometimes catch your eye.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ne-sit-ancillae-tibi-amor-pudor/
